• Moultrie

  • A teenager on a bike turns right onto Moultrie and stops in the street light below me. He’s glowing yellow, wearing a tank top and straddling the bike. He looks up, crosses himself and then sends a kiss into the sky. He looks over his shoulders, left then right. Does it all a second time.

    I think he notices me and I step back from the edge of the roof. I lose sight as he starts crossing himself again. After a moment I step forward and watch him turn the corner.